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This guy has a bit of a personality, but it's a pity that his relationship with the Huo family is on fire. Chu Tian chuckled and asked a few minutes before the opening: "You want to make friends with me, don't you know my real identity? I But the big enemy of the Huo family, your niece's reputation, and my sister-in-law's hands are all ruined by me."

When he said these words, Chutian's expression was calm and indifferent, and even his eyes were somewhat meaningful. Huo Zong was really stunned. He was obviously frightened by Chutian's words, and then he looked at Chutian seriously. After a long time, Then he let go of his hand and muttered to himself: "I don't seem to have any enmity with you, right?" Everyone who heard Huo Zong's words almost fell to the ground. , but spit out a few words that were neither light nor light, even Chu Tian had to admit that he had lost to him, so he waved his hand and said to him: "Master Huo, you don't want to fight, let's just listen to the concert."

Huo Zong nodded, then probed over again: "Thank you!"

These two words have a profound meaning and a sincere attitude, but Chu Tian was baffled. He didn’t know whether it was to thank him for reaching out to support him just now, or if there was another deeper meaning. At the moment, his thoughts were a little messy. Fortunately, the light music in the auditorium rang, He turned his attention to the past and looked at the stage that was gradually lighting up.

On the stage of tens of square meters, there are more than a dozen chairs and some expensive musical instruments. With the images of the Ganges River and the Taj Mahal as the background of the stage, there are faintly visible and shiny ripples in the beautiful stage lights, making you feel the stage It seems to be floating lightly on the Ganges, and people can't help but marvel at its beauty.

The host’s announcement and polite remarks did not arouse Chu Tian’s interest, and the next few violin pieces only made Chu Tian slightly open his eyes, and then pricked up his ears to make his head go blank. Most of the times, the high and low tunes are not intentional to appear inscrutable. , but the sensory loss caused by the different moods of each other.

The descendants of wealthy families like Lin Fei, even if you ask Schubert to play "Ave Maria", they will only play it as a lullaby; while the audience with discerning ability meets some second-rate performers, and hears the melody of machinery showing off their violin playing skills. voice, and also regret their lack of their own unique emotions.

Boya is good at playing the qin, and Zhong Ziqi is good at listening!This is a lofty realm. Those who are good at playing will be delighted when they meet those who are good at listening. But a real master is able to make the unfathomable things easy to understand, so that both professionals and the general public can Can jump for joy or burst into tears.

Just when Chutian was about to sleep with Lin Fei and the others, the dazzling host called out in a clear and sweet voice: "He comes from the birthplace of Buddhism, from the waves of the Ganges; he is a Hindu The handed down son of the music world is the unworldly genius, Palmer, "Road to Heaven."

Chu Tian, ​​who was blank-headed, shuddered, and woke up as if he had been shocked by an electric shock. His eyes kept searching for the mysterious stage. Seeing Chu Tian's strange behavior, Su Rongrong and Lin Fei couldn't help but follow him. Looking towards the stage, Huo Zong was slightly surprised but didn't express anything.

A man slowly came up from the backstage, with a handsome and indifferent face, elegant and generous manner, two black flames carved on his forehead, flaxen hair braided like braids, pupils as black as stars, calm and calm, but like A deep black hole that almost absorbs human souls.

Lin Fei lost her voice: "Indian magic stick?" Shen Qianqian asked curiously: "What Indian magic stick? Chu Tian's sweat immediately flowed out, these aunts and grandmas.

At this time, Par Wumang was politely bowing slightly to the audience, his deep and peaceful eyes swept across Chu Tian and the others like the sea, although he knew that he was not watching him specifically, but his eyes that could see through fate were hardly mixed with anything. The eyes of emotion that humans should have still made Lin Fei feel guilty.

Even Su Rongrong was inexplicably flustered, and she couldn't help covering Lin Fei's mouth with her hand, for fear that this little girl would spit out something again, after Par Wumang bowed, she turned around gently and stared at the water of the Ganges River with an independent and humble attitude. , no one knew what he was thinking, but no one dared to speak out.

Due to the depressed mood and atmosphere, Shen Qianqian saw Par Wumang's pretending behavior again, and snorted in a disdainful tone: "Isn't he just an Indian who pretends to be a ghost? What's the big deal, and he also plays some messy religious ceremonies , compared with the 'driver' group, it is simply a thousand miles away."

Chu Tian, ​​who has always kept giving in to Shen Qianqian, showed a sneer for the first time, and said lightly: "Princess Shen, to put it bluntly, the influence of a hundred thousand 'driver' groups is not comparable to the Indians in front of you, 'driver 'Support has millions of fans, while Par Wumang has nearly one billion loyal followers alone."

Hearing Chu Tian's "big words", Shen Qianqian showed hostility and doubt, and then hummed and retorted contemptuously: "Blow it, keep blowing it, bragging doesn't pay taxes, one billion, how many people are there in the whole of India? How many people are there in India? The Indians are full and support themselves, so they believe in this Indian?" Huo Zong turned to look at Shen Qianqian, with a flattering smile: "He is right, judging from the flame on the forehead of the man in front of him, he should Belonging to the Solomon family with strong background and mystery, he is Mount Tai for the major religions in India, and he can definitely influence the spiritual beliefs of billions of believers through Hinduism."

Chu Tian smiled slightly, and looked at Huo Zong curiously. Unexpectedly, he was also involved in religion, and from the time they met to get along, Chu Tian judged that he was a person who could distinguish right from wrong, and couldn't help but think of the little boy in his heart , thinking to himself if Huo Hao is really Huo Zong's son, what should he do?Chu Tian's words can be regarded as exaggeration, but the words from the wealthy young master are somewhat true. Shen Qianqian pouted her mouth in extreme displeasure, avoiding the important and trivial: "It's useless to talk nonsense, let's see what this Indian magic stick can do." Amazing work."

As soon as the voice fell, the notes rose.

Parr's long and slender fingers pinched the bow and gently placed it on the strings. The side faces the soft light. The quiet Ganges is dotted with light, reflecting millions of pieces of phosphorescence. The most demanding and narrow-minded people in the world Up to now, there is no way to utter any words, because there is a kind of beauty that can shock people's hearts.

The splendor at this moment almost makes people tremble.

The melodious sound of the piano sounded slowly, and "Road to Heaven" slowly flowed from Par's slender fingertips, a state of mind that cannot be expressed, a love affair that makes people intoxicated and obsessed, a kind of love that is enough to prove There is no false power in each other's vows...all contained in the jade fingertips of the handsome and somewhat weird young man on the stage.

The concert hall instantly sublimated to an ethereal state, and the mournful music moved many old people to tears. For them, who are approaching death step by step, they can better understand the human yearning for heaven, and the loss of heaven is actually an implication for the The regret of finally giving up the dream after resisting reality.

The originally calm Chu Tian became even quieter, while Lin Fei and the others did not hide their surprise at all. Even the hostile Shen Qianqian slowly turned her face away, staring intently at the dazzling Par Wumang on the stage, Immerse yourself in the melancholy, lonely and longing piano that moves the whole world.

What is the road to heaven?The world is impermanent and the six realms of reincarnation, this is the road to heaven.

Huo Zong, the decadent and unfilial son of the Huo family, murmured to himself with his chin in his hands like a fascination: "This song should only exist in the sky. How often do you hear it in the world? I'm afraid the peak of this music will be heard later." People are insurmountable, I really don’t know if listening tonight is a kind of honor or a kind of sadness?” In the dark corner of the concert hall, an Asian youth with dyed silver hair sits gracefully with his arms crossed, raising his hand to see the time He got up and moved slowly towards the stage, with a cruel and cruel smile on his lips. Although his movements were slow and concealed, to the condescending Chu Tian, ​​they were clear at a glance, and then his eyelids were raised.

murderous look!Fierce murderous intent!